The Autopsy Room

Two to a room.
You need a ticket to the show.
The spotlight is on one tonight.

Hands shaking, but the room is not cold.
My nerves have gotten the best of me.
But he won’t feel a thing.

Tattoo a Y over his chest.
Look inside to discover the problem.
What caused his untimely death?

Cold to the touch.
White as a ghost.
Like Sleeping Beauty in an eternal slumber.

Goodbye young soul.
But don’t worry, I’ll speak for you.
Your words will be heard and everyone will know.